“We won’t sing the Victory Song until we are sure we have escaped,” Little Eagle said quietly.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As he rode east, Little Eagle felt more and more uneasy. This plan of his might not be so good. If the Crows guessed that it was Sioux and not Pawnees they were chasing, they would take a more direct route. Or they might send one party to follow the trail and the other to take a shorter route. It might well be that his plan would actually make it easier for the Crows to catch them.
Little Eagle felt easier in his mind when he turned north. As the eastern sky began to light up, he felt still better. He and Angry Wolf had come a long way from the Crow camp. It might be that the Crows hadn’t yet learned of their loss.
As the sun came up, Little Eagle called a halt. He noticed Angry Wolf’s anxious look as the horses scattered to graze. Little Eagle unwrapped the last of their supply of meat.
“For our next meal we’ll have buffalo meat,” he said, trying to rouse Angry Wolf from his gloom.
“If the Crows catch us, we won’t have a next meal,” Angry Wolf answered.
“The Crows won’t catch us,” Little Eagle insisted. “We took the horses easily, just as the mud swallow in my dream told me we could.”
“We did,” Angry Wolf agreed. “But the swallow didn’t show you how we were to escape after we had the horses.”